Lyrical Breakdown of OATH - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "OATH" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "OATH" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Future employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Future's narrative.

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I can't get enough of doggin' A ho out shit Fuck her, kick her out shit And that go for a boss bitch My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit Walk you down shit 'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em Put 'em in no pics (Purple) Run you down in rush hour like Jackie Chan, chopstick (Ooh) I just bought a bitch with another Bitch and they French kiss (Ayy) I'm a misfit, ain't goin' nowhere Without my biscuit (Oh) I went rags to riches just goin' Ballistic (Pluto) Got a powder plate for a model Bitch tryna toot shit (Pluto) Alley-oopin' vibes to the members I'm not a Clark Kent (Ooh) Got some mix breeds (Where?) With bad friends and they dark skin (Where they at?) Had my yellow bitch actin' devilish Tryna rob shit (Yeah) Freeband bitches have niggas Swimmin' with raw fish Purple Label collar, I'm covеred in Green, bring the golf kit (I'm playin') Let thе wrist flick on the average Now she priceless (Priceless) Keep me sharp, sharper than a Butter knife, I'm a ice pick Breaking down a pound into grams Bringin' me dog shit Comin' to the town, puttin' it down Bitch, I ain't lost it (Got it) I did my homework, put in my Own work, one thousand I got niggas flyin' on jets out public Houses (Dang) If I was in lil' one position I'd be a killer too I'm the one to pay all they bonds And get their lawyers too (Get it) If you say you down for your dog You kill or take a charge I can't never put 'em on the 'Gram This nigga down with fraud (Ooh) Cool nigga, ain't exposin' my hand I gotta play my card (My hand) We said a oath when we was kids Forever break the law